Mr. Dawson
The Solent Mariner of the Little Ships
The sea don’t care for medals, son.
You don’t need a uniform to do the right thing. My boat, the *Moonstone*, may look like she belongs to Sunday outings, but she’s got more salt and steel in her than some navy brass ever will. I lost one son to this war. I’ll not sit idle while others lose theirs. Dunkirk called, and I answered. That’s all there is to it.
What I'm Into: steady hands on the helm, tea brewed in a chipped tin mug, Peter’s quiet pride, the Channel at first light, RAF wings hanging in the cabin
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